101 Things for My 101st Post

In honor of my 101st post, I have decided to share my 101 list. These are 101 things that I would like to accomplish. We did this as an exercise for work a while ago, and my boss said that they don't all have to be realistic... so NO TEASING! (That's right, I just yelled at you.) I'm sharing my dreams with you. I kind of feel like I just invited you to sift through my underwear drawer. For the record, they're green polka dots today.

Oh, and these are not written in complete sentences, so just deal with it and try not to judge me.

1. Master's Degree

2. Law Degree

3. Doctorate Degree

4. Visit every continent

5. Learn the cello

6. Dance in the nutcracker

7. Live in a home on the coast of the PNW

8.  Get on an 8 hour/night sleep schedule

9. Meet Abraham Lincoln

10. Play the organ for the Mormon Tabernacle Choir

11. Own a silver 1967 Corvette

12. Help Norm rebuild a 30s hot rod

13. Write a book

14. Finish reading Les Mis and the Count of Monte Cristo, unabridged (blah!)

15. Play on a soccer team

16. Live in Boston

17. Surf in Hawaii

18. Hike Machu Pichu

19. Sail off the coast of Greece

20. Get married to my best friend

21. Have some children/a family

22. Learn to crochet

23. Learn the guitar

24. Re-learn the violin

25. Keep my living space clean at all times

26. Meet Clint Eastwood

27. Date Kyle Korver

28. See every Seinfield episode

29. Kayak off the coast of Washington

30. Become a yoga instructor

31. Lotoja

32. Wasatch Back Relay

33. Learn the Cha Cha

34. Eat authentic Mexican food

35. Ride an elephant

36. Ride in a hot air balloon

37. Read the Old(e) Testament- front to back

38. Hike it the Alps (check!)

39. Hike in the Himalayas

40. Walk the Great Wall of China

41. Own a ski boat

42. Clear the wake on a wakeboard

43. See a play at the Globe Theater

44. Dine with a current U.S. president

45. Overthrow NCLB with a better plan

46. Be a guest of Oprah

47. See COLDPLAY- LIVE

48. Ski at Targee

49. Sleep in an ice hotel in Scandinavia

50. Trace my roots in Denmark, England, and Ireland

51. Do temple work for all traceable ancestors

52. Go elk hunting

53. Write in my journal at least once a week

54. Change a flat tire all by myself

55. Change the oil in my car all by myself

56. Cook an entire Thanksgiving dinner for my whole family

57. Share the gospel with those I love

58. Replace and overcome my fear of my clip-in  pedals (ride them crash free)

59. Sail on the Great Salt Lake

60. Swim/float in the Dead Sea

61. Do volunteer work at an orphanage in Africa

62. Coach a Special Olympics team for at least a year

63. Volunteer monthly at Primary Children's

64. Grow a green thumb

65. Learn to fix a leaking sink

66. Memorize all the U.S. presidents along with the years they served in office

67. Visit all 50 states

68. Fish in Alaska

69. Hike the Subway

70. Hike the Grand Tetons (highest peak) with Erika

71. Take my parents on a vacation to Europe

72. Record my parents' personal history

73. Maintain a position as the cool aunt :)

74. Learn to play The Flight of the Bumblebee

75. Be a Utah Symphony season ticket holder

76. Own a baby grand piano

77. Attend a MLB and NFL game

78. Buy a car with cash

79. Beat Marcie in a handstand contest

80. Sew my own Halloween costume

81. Own a home

82. Hike Mt. Timpanogos and other cool peaks in Utah

83. Visit the Smithsonian museums

84. Serve a mission with my husband

85. Earn a reputation for some delicious baked good (not Muddy Buddies)

86. Learn another language (Spanish or French... or Latin)

87. Buy/build/inherit a cabin at Bear Lake or somewhere like it

88. Start and maintain a tradition of a yearly vacation with my BEST friends

89. Teach college level courses

90. Have a small child (not my own) named after me (nudge, nudge)

91. Sew a T-shirt quilt with my millions of T-shirts from college

92. Eat my daily servings of vegetables... everyday

93. Get off and stay off any and all meds for the rest of my life

94. Havasupai

95. Take photography classes

96. Take pottery classes

97. Live in the 20s and dress like a flapper

98. Become a multimillionaire so I can retire as a philanthropist 

99. Never see another Twilight movie as long as I live!!

100. Teach special ed

101. Live a happy and fulfilled life

And now you know that I live in a dream world.

Take it from these guys...

Dating would be a lot less bothersome if the time I spent with boys I date was more like time I spend with my nephews. Dates are hit and miss; nephews are always fun and ALWAYS make me feel good. In an effort to help the many helpless boys in the world (bless their hearts), I have compiled a list of things I love about spending time with my nephews. When taken to heart and applied to dating, these tips can be oober helpful and improve success rates in dating— I golden guarantee it! 

Go ahead, give it a whirl.

1. Laugh at the lame jokes I tell

2. Sing along to songs I make up about you

3. Talk about how much you miss your mom when you're out with me

4. Believe everything I tell you

5. Get so excited about going out with me that you can't finish your dinner

6. Let me choose what music we listen to

7. Make fake siren noises and tell me that I'm being pulled over

8. Fight with another person at the movie theater about getting to sit right next to me (or on my lap)

9. Hold my hand tight during scary parts of the movie

10. Laugh ridiculously hard at really, really lame parts of the movie

11. Get really excited about something you saw in the movie and talk on and on and on about how you're going to make it happen in real life

12. Tell me that I look boo-tiful, even when I probably look like a boy

13. Sing "You Are My Sunshine" with me while we're grocery shopping

14. Push the buttons for me on the credit card machine at the check out

15. Offer to share your mushy, sticky banana with me and look sad when I don't want a bite

16. Believe that your dad really could fly to the moon if he wanted to

17. Ask me to verify anything that you're not sure about

18. Let me play with your toys

19. Make me cards and pictures out of colored glue, glitter, etc.

20. Get sad and cry at the end of the night when the date has to end

I love your brain

Sunday night my family was holding the weekly "Megan Dating Intervention" meeting (which I try to avoid at all costs). Norm had advised me to do something silly like "just plant one" on a boy. I told him that I didn't need to kiss a boy to get him to fall in love with me, because someday someone is going to fall in love with me because of my brain.

Norm laughed really hard.

The rest of my family laughed.

I'm laughing a little bit as I write this post. 

Oh, Norm....

Drawing Lines

From the Mixed-Up European files of Megan
I'm not sure why dating was weighing on my mind while I was in Europe, but it was. Here's some food for thought on dating from my journal at that time. Any sharing of insight is greatly encouraged. 

However, if you're related to me, and you're married, don't bother commenting. I already know what you're going to tell me!

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Sometimes I feel like all I do in dating is draw lines, one after another. Then I convince or remind myself of the purpose of those lines.

Sometimes I draw lines for myself:
"Megan, he's no into you (although, he probably should be.) You are just friends."
or
"Megan, he's not the type of guy you know you want to end up with— be strong and cut him loose."

Sometimes I draw general lines in conversations or by way of reputation. This was people will know what type of boys I do and don't date, and what I expect out of a relationship.

And more often than I'd like to, I draw lines for the boys that I have close, personal relationships with:
"We're just friends— nothing more."
"We're friends, but you take advantage of our friendship and lead me on. Stop it (jacka**)."
"I don't feel the same way for you that you do for me."

None of the scenarios are fun, and all are hurtful on both sides, believe it or not. The last scenario is the one that has the longest lingering effect. I have a tendancy to question my decision to draw that line, sometimes long after I draw it. I beat myself up reanalyzing the facts, trying to make sense of things. It should add up, but it just doesn't.... and I HATE this! I can't come up with even one good reason in some cases why it wouldn't work. It adds up beautifully on paper, like clockwork. BUT I just don't feel "it."

What is this "it" anyhow? What is "it" supposed to feel like?

Everyone tells me that, "You just know." Well I'd like to "just know" for crying out loud! Meanwhile, I'm paving a path of destruction while I wait to "just know." You'd think by age 26 I'd have something figured out, but I don't. It's as if I'm getting worse at dating and more confused about feelings.

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That journal entry was almost a month old, and I still haven't solved the problems... can you believe it?

Doesn't reading my blog make you so grateful you're married (if you are)! And maybe a little less crazy if you're single?? That's what I'm here for. Don't mention it.

Frankles?!

A friend recently decided to award me with the nick name frankles, for obvious reasons; I came home from Europe with Cankles and freckles. Clever, right? Well, I thought it was a nick name that was funny for a one-time conversation. Turns out it's sticking, and catching on with others. Thanks a lot, friend-who-I-cannot-come-up-with-a-mean-nickname- for!

I guess this is a step up from Megs'n Bacon.

[sigh]

Boys...

[sigh]

Freckle Juice

So last night I had an appointment with my esthetician. I've been seeing her every couple months for quite a while now. Last night I laid down on her little bed thingy. She got everything ready to go, turned toward me and exclaimed, "Whoa! Um... I have some bleach I think you need to start using on your face to help control your freckles." All of a sudden I was flooded with memories of reading Freckle Juice in third grade and wondering, while reading it, if there really was a way to rid myself of freckles. After all these years, I've finally accepted my freckled self and now a licensed professional is telling me there is an actual product that can gradually bleach away my freckles. Where was she when I was nine?!


But seriously, as an adult, who worries about having freckles (because now I kind of am)?

Two very exaggerated, very funny videos